Near the Sith temple
*A large Jotun carrying a flaming sword surveys the damage. At his feet lay a couple of Sith that were struck down in the encounter. One in paticular seemed to have his face riped off.*
Jotun: I'm not impressed. We need a stronger army to attack them.
*Hel pulls down a Sith hood*
Hel: Be patient Surt, watch.
*The slain Sith begin to move again, the tissue of the one with the missiing face rebuilds itself, soon it is in almost perfect shape. Although it is mared a little.*
Hel: Your army will not permantely die until the last of them is gone. With enough time you will win.
*Surt laughs and hits the one with the marred face. He goes flying into a building and snaps his neck until it is repaired*
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
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"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."